Chapter 3051: Blood-Stained Addiction 27

Outside the gate, those who had just finished teleporting, preparing to forcefully blast open the main gate to interrupt the chant, the Elder Council members who were meant to shock the whole scene only felt their vision blur.

Immediately, their long‑charged attacks collided solidly.

Inside the ritual hall, there was no effect at all.

Outside the gate, the Elder Council members: "……"

What the hell is going on!!

Has Saiyin's power become this strong?! He can actually lay such a powerful, secret defensive barrier while chanting, splitting his focus!

They were shocked and doubtful; the leading few elders exchanged a glance, a flash of killing intent in their eyes, then in unison they channeled stronger magic and began to fiercely attack that invisible wall.

However, no matter how they attacked, the barrier remained utterly unmoved.

Time passed bit by bit amidst the frantic assault outside the gate and the solemn chanting inside.

Finally, the grand chanting in the ritual hall reached its end, and all the blood clan opened their eyes simultaneously.

Jin Chen chose that moment to withdraw the barrier.

The next instant.

Boom!

Ten figures, still in their lunging postures, came crashing in from outside the gate with crackling, dense magical light halos! The leading few even rolled several times on the ground before barely stopping.

They were exactly the ten elders of the Elder Council!

Each looked extremely aged—some had white hair and beard, some had withered faces like corpses, some even had ominous black aura or rotting breath coiled around them. The Elder Council elders had long ceased to care about appearance; the long years and their pursuit of power had made their outward forms take on various inhuman shapes…

In short, to Jin Chen's aesthetic sense, they were nothing short of a huge challenge.

Jin Chen averted his gaze as if nothing were wrong, then shifted slightly behind Saiyin, trying to use the Count's tall figure to block those eyesore sights.

Inside the ritual hall, it was already dead silent.

Yilaina was the first to react, her scarlet lips slightly parting as she let out an undisguised light laugh, "Heh……"

Saiyin's complexion turned as cold as age‑old ice the moment he saw who had come; in his blood‑red eyes, the daytime fury seemed about to surge again, but he quickly suppressed it into killing intent.

"Elder Council members, you're late."

But unexpectedly, this time the Elder Council elders seemed quite confident.

After several rounds of tense, gunpowder‑laden confrontation and sharp‑tongued sparring, the eldest‑looking elder let out a cold snort, his hoarse voice echoing through the ritual hall as he revealed their true purpose for this visit.

"Prince Jiaxiya is about to be born! And he will personally attend this Blood Moon Festival!"

The nobles were stunned again!

Ah, of course, except for Jin Chen.

He sat down on the steps beside Saiyin's throne, and under the cover of the dark‑red tablecloth he continued to idly play with Saiyin's hand hanging at his side, rubbing his fingertips, appearing completely unconcerned.

Not long after the Elder Council elder finished announcing that news, an indescribably terrifying pressure suddenly descended.

Inside the ritual hall, aside from the seven counts who barely managed to stay on their feet, all other nobles, blood clan, and even high‑ranking servants uncontrollably dropped to their knees in unison, lying prostrate, not daring to lift their heads.

Jin Chen remained seated on the steps; that pressure had no effect on him whatsoever, and he kept playing with Saiyin's fingers.

The next moment, Jin Chen was startled, lowering his gaze to see his palm empty.

Saiyin's hand had been forcibly yanked away from beside him without his noticing or expecting it!

In the open space at the center of the ritual hall, Saiyin's body seemed bound by invisible shackles, struggling against an irresistible force, and was finally forced down onto one knee by that power.

And before Saiyin appeared an old man who looked extremely ancient, wearing a simple gray robe.

His face was withered, his eye sockets deep‑set, only his eyes were still as a primordial abyss.

Prince Jiaxiya……

He actually really came!

Moreover, as soon as he appeared, he forcibly summoned the foremost of the seven counts, the current public ruler of the blood clan, to his presence with such overwhelming might.

The nobles fell even more silent than cicadas in winter.

Jin Chen's expression gradually turned cold.

He could sense that this Prince Jiaxiya was nowhere near as formidable as he was, far insufficient to make him feel threatened.

But why was Saiyin so easily snatched away right under his nose?

【Host!】

【In the story, there is also a compulsory contract between Count Saiyin and Prince Jiaxiya; under certain conditions Jiaxiya can forcibly summon Saiyin and even temporarily take partial control of his body……」

Jin Chen had just finished hearing Ling Gun Gun's explanation a second ago, and the next second he felt murderous intent toward Jiaxiya.

Perhaps it was that instant's icy gaze; Jiaxiya suddenly felt something, lifted his deep‑still eyes, looked over the kneeling Saiyin toward the platform.

Feierwen secretly thought, "Oh no."

Those old fogeys of the Elder Council have never seen His Majesty Motisi's true face, but Prince Jiaxiya…… he surely has! We must not let him see Jin Chen's appearance!

Almost at the same moment Jiaxiya looked over, Feierwen stepped forward a few steps, just happening to block Jin Chen's front, obstructing Jiaxiya's line of sight, and bowed to Jiaxiya.

"Your esteemed Prince, welcome your arrival."

His words were respectful, but his body stayed firmly there, refusing to move aside.

Jiaxiya: "……"

His hoarse voice sounded, "Move aside."

Those two simple words descended upon Feierwen like a mountain.

Feierwen's body trembled; after barely supporting himself for a short while, he couldn't help but groan as he dropped to one knee, bracing his hands on the ground to keep from falling flat.

Jin Chen also noticed Feierwen's action, raising his brows in puzzlement.

At that moment, Nuoya's figure, shrouded in a wide black robe and rolling black mist, also stepped in front of Jin Chen; the black mist around him suddenly spread out, completely blocking Jin Chen's silhouette.

Jiaxiya: "……"

Jiaxiya: "???"

Isn't this Saiyin's blood servant?!

How is it that these two counts would rather endure his pressure and still block him one after another, not letting him see?

There's a problem here! A big problem!

As a prince, Jiaxiya's dignity was repeatedly provoked; he no longer held back, and a more terrifying pressure crashed down, not only targeting Fei'erwen and Nuoya, but even enveloping several other counts.

"Kneel!"

In the entire hall, besides Jiaxiya, and…… Jin Chen, firmly blocked by Nuoya's black mist, no one else remained standing.

Jin Chen again directed his gaze toward the hall's ceiling, where the two portrait scrolls still hovered, and he extended his spiritual power to touch the scrolls.

It caused all blood clans to lose their souls and scatter, and an unforgettable scene occurred!

The portrait scroll belonging to Motisi suddenly erupted, releasing what seemed to be the blood clan's most ancient and terrifying pressure and spiritual power, crashing down from the scroll.

"Ah——!"

All blood clans, including Jiaxiya, simultaneously felt intense fear.

Jiaxiya's face first showed disbelief, and he had to mobilize all his strength to resist the terrifying pressure from the scroll, no longer having the mind to look at any blood servant!

"Ah… your ancestor has manifested."

Jin Chen bypassed Nuoya's black mist and stood at the edge of the steps, the corner of his lips hooking a faint arc.

But only at this moment did the sealing power restraining Saiyin suddenly withdraw, like a strict father who, while disciplining all his children, lowers his hand and instead caresses his own child.

Saiyin's body relaxed, he almost collapsed, but with difficulty he stood up, raised his head, and gazed at the brilliantly shining scroll above, also feeling dazed and bewildered.

Jin Chen walked down the steps, weaved through the nobles kneeling on the ground, came to Saiyin's side, and took his still slightly trembling hand.

Saiyin followed him, his steps somewhat unsteady, the hem of his deep purple robe dragging on the ground, still appearing noble. But his expression remained dazed, and he had not yet recovered from his earlier astonishment.

Jin Chen led him back to the side of the long table, reseated him on the throne, turned his head, and looking at Saiyin's pale, vacant face, he softly said, "Motisi… truly favors you, my lord count."

Saiyin: "……"

His mind, already unable to grasp the situation, became even more bewildered.